COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

In the decaying room, there were still cobwebs in the corners, and the dark red spider lay motionless on the blood-like web, as if searching for prey.

And on the bed in the center of the room, lay a boy.

Wearing the same black and red uniform as the players in the game, with a medical eye patch on his right eye, and a closed left eye, he was lying on a bed like rose petals.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes.

The kite-colored eyes were not as confused as they had just woken up, nor did they have any other emotions.

He just stared blankly at the spider web on top.

He blinked, as if he had a soul, and sat up from the bed.

His memory seemed to be confused again.

The system is gone, and the soul is a little loose, so that the memories that were suppressed reappeared.

All kinds of different memories raged in his mind, but it was still not obvious from the outside that his soul was suffering.

He touched his body and pulled out a gun.

Then he pressed against his temple and fired a shot directly.

The bullet went through his temple, leaving two blood holes in his head.

The bullet even brought out the brains.

He shook his head, threw out some brain tissue, then lay on the bed and began to re-classify and manage different memories.

This is a big project.

After all, the memories in his brain came from thousands of different himself and different lives.

It is not so simple to match them one by one and then put them in the trash together.

The blood hole on the temple is slowly healing, and the tissue in the brain that was thrown out is also wriggling back into his brain.

With the squirming of flesh and blood, the two holes in his temples were completely healed.

Except for a **** bullet, there was absolutely no indication what had happened.

Lying on the bed, he continued to comb through his memories, and he shot his head again with a gun without changing his face.

Headshot-Recovery-Headshot-Recovery…

After dozens of times, he finally regained consciousness.

"It hurts... I feel like my head is full of gunshots now." He blinked and sighed while covering his head.

The aftermath of blowing his head so many times is that he has deeply remembered the feeling of being pierced by a bullet in his head.

A game that is 100% real, of course, is 100% painful.

If you change to an ordinary player, the first shot is headshot and it is really dead.

Just because he can't die.

"The system is gone, it's much more comfortable." He felt his soul and showed a slightly happy expression.

The system is not something that belongs to him. It has always been in his soul, and it feels very awkward.

Unlike those other things, those other things probably existed before Shuji Tsushima was born, or in other words, Shuji Tsushima was born from those things, but the system was not.

The system probably appeared after the birth of Shuji Tsushima.

So I didn't fully integrate with him.

It's a downright foreign thing.

Tsushima Shuji has always been very resistant to swallowing the fusion system.

"Speaking of which, why is there no system?" Tsushima Shuji looked at the gun whose magazine was completely empty, and then looked at his hand.

Fair, thin, delicate, weak.

It looks like a beautiful pair of hands, suitable for holding a pen.

But these hands spend more time holding the gun than holding the pen.

Tsushima Shuji once again forgot what happened before he fell asleep.

He seems to be... in pain and can't help but want to sleep? But now I can't remember how painful it was.

"Looks like the deal went through..." He shook hands and stepped off the rose petal-like bed.

"When you take away the system, you also take away the memory and pain at the time..." He stroked his hair.

Forget it, he didn't want to remember this kind of thing anyway.

It is enough to achieve the purpose.

He pushed open the door and walked out, and came to a greenhouse garden.

The plants inside are still very vigorous, just a little different.

Tsushima Shuji stretched out his hand in front of a rose, the blooming rose shook shyly, the emerald green vines wrapped around Tsushima Shuji's hand, and then tightened without hesitation, the thorns on the vine were deep. Deep into his arm.

He kept sucking blood from his body.

The roses all over the garden seemed to bloom more beautifully.

Then the next moment, they began to proliferate wildly, expanding endlessly, and then bursting abruptly.

Rose petals filled the garden like a rain of roses.

The vines wrapped around Tsushima Shuji's arm naturally blew up.

The plants in the greenhouse became tame in an instant.

No matter how Shuji Tsushima touched or provoked, he remained motionless, like a really lifeless common plant.

"Boring." He stopped teasing these interesting plants and looked out through the glass wall of the greenhouse.

It was a red mist outside.

He lowered his head and looked down, as if through a deep fog, he saw the story below.

Shuji Tsushima is currently one of the tallest buildings in the forbidden zone.

Towering into the clouds, but there are no clouds in the restricted area of ​​life.

It can only be said that Gao has crossed the blood fog, and it is beyond the range that players can see.

This is the loft in the cloud, the sky garden.

It is a place specially designed for people to admire the scenery from high above.

There is no other means to get here other than a spaceship.

Of course, super powers such as teleportation are another matter.

There is no other means just for ordinary people.

"Boring... Come and save me, the Prince of the Tower." Shuji Tsushima sighed.

"The rose petals are good, you can use them to make tea." He said casually ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and then walked into the room.

After he left, a vine carefully picked up a handful of rose petals and quickly took them back.

The large blood-colored birdcage was still in the room. Shuji Tsushima thought about it, opened the cage, walked in, and closed the cage with his own hands.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he sighed with numbness and melancholy.

"Who will save me, this poor and unparalleled handsome and elegant prince... I am willing to let him enjoy the glory and wealth for life."

A few vines carefully placed a pot of tea and a few ceramic cups in front of him.

"Ah, rose tea, really sensible." Tsushima Shuji nodded towards the vine.

He slowly poured himself a cup of tea and moistened his throat.

"If someone can save me, this elegant, handsome and wise prince, I will repay him and tell him the treasure house of the whole world." He continued to read his lines in a grandiose tone as if he were performing a drama.

"Please make me another flower cake." Then he ordered to the vine.

The vine nodded in the air and shrank back.

"Oh! God, if someone can really save me, a perfect prince who is elegant, handsome, smart and brave, I am willing to grant his three wishes."

He continued his exaggerated tone, and said his lines expressionlessly.

Vines came to him with a plate of rose cakes.

"It's a pity, after so long, no one has come to save me, this poor, weak, and helpless prince, so I'm angry and I want revenge." The black-haired and kite-eyed boy sat in the cage and ate casually. Rose cake, drink rose tea and open your mouth.

"It's decided, next - I'm going to kill the person who rescued me out." The corner of his mouth evoked an indistinct smile, and his eyes suddenly fell silent.